Today I went over to Albuquerque Exotic Woods and spent about 90 minutes filling some great folks in on some of that stuff about scroll saws that everyone who loves their saw knows, but isn't intuitively obvious, or even easy to work out on your own.

Five interested people (and one patient spouse) turned out. One left with a savage headache before we started, and one left a bit early because of another appointment, but the three remaining interested people seemed to get some goodness out of it.

They left with that air of people who need to go home and poke at their scroll saws, which is what I was hoping they would get out of it.

If I had my best-case version of doing that little bit of instruction, I would have had the tv agreeable to showing my slides, and I would have had the sealer on the nearby project cured (instead of stinking), and I would have had the bandsaw NOT running during the thing. But the rest of it was pretty good.

Good group, got comfortable talking with one another pretty quickly, got their burning questions answered. Since they all had scroll saws already, but did not have much in the way of experience, nothing at all in terms of training, they were coming in a little frustrated. I want to believe I helped them burn off at least a little frustration, so they could go back to doing fun stuff.

And now I am home at my kitchen table, painting a print, and listening to the end of John Waters' CARSICK, and thinking about What's Next. Entering shows? Yeah. Making new work? Yeah. Getting stuff framed to show privately? Yup. Writing more hopefully-awesome articles for the local infotainment rag? Awww yeah.

But right now, this minute? Just the paint, and CARSICK, and that Sunday night feeling of calm before some kind of whirlwind.